Longing for the flowers that adorn my garden patch I open wide the door that I imagine sits unlatched Inside this magic land of mine, I'm longing to explore every dainty blossom bud arranged with sweet adore Une belle epoque, ..."a period of high artistic view" each boutonnieres a whisper of, " and how are you ?" Abiding in the charms of my annual florets, I sit and take to wonder, how it is that we first met It was Maytime and the sun was oh ! bran new yes we were enamoured and we stuck like crazy glue Two petals sharing one flower, we clung like poetry leaning on each other sharing secrets, drinking tea Oh but that was long ago, when love was all we knew two flowers growing wild aside some gentle feverfews Steadfast as the sun and moon we were back then as I sit here in my garden for the life of me, I cannot remember, when ?